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i have a zillion words just rising up.  I probably should be back in therapy,  like i was,  i guess 40 some years ago,  but who would i "go" to?  How long would it take,  to tell what i would need to tell as the prologue to what i am looking at this morning?   So,  i be in therapy with me.  I already know a lot of the story,  just need to look more,  listen to Self more,  try to get some distance and look again,  listen more.  as much as it wants to take.  It's as good a time as any, right?  

I see recently,   the major themes i seem compelled to repeat.  in this clothmaking,  image making that i seem to continue doing because of the pleasure of it but also the desire to see the story,  to re~enact the story over and over.

there is a figure in many of them.  a woman.  not me,  but i guess me,  but not me…a female human being.   More and more i have followed the urge to let this figure be made of graphite,  some ink.   She is not fully defined.  kind of vague.  in keeping with the marks of the Plants?  looking at this…in keeping with the marks of the Plants?    Note to self:  look more at this thought.  

and the other image is that of the Eye.  often a single Eye.  

these two images find themSelves amidst fragments of cloth,   often very colorful and of interesting defined shapes that portray my sense of the Planet.  a single "still" shot of a single spot in a single place of the Planet Earth at a single moment.

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ok.  i don't know what this day is going to bring,  whether i can continue like this or if it will include others and other activity.  So i wanted to put this much here,  so i didn't lose the clarity that i got to this morning and really,  as a commitment to coming back to it and going With it.  Seeing the images on the phone screen doesn't work for me in the same way that seeing them here on the lap top does….the laptop allows some distance and i can stand away and See,  better.  the laptop i guess,  the pics and the words is a kind of design wall.  That's interesting……..?

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12 responses to “now, but Later”

  1. jaime Avatar
    jaime

    I love this cloth SO Much. There is the woman, the eye, and so much movement! It is alive. And the story gives another kind of movement. Gives “her” Life. Can’t wait to see where this goes.

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  2. Mo Crow Avatar

    (((Grace))) love how you honour the harmony and magic of your spirits of place

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  3. grace Forrest Avatar

    Yeah. I am really loving it…the process, and that the cloths are what they are. This is so great.

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  4. grace Forrest Avatar

    There is such joy in magic

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  5. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Joyful .. both you and your cloth. It is go to see and hear the joy you are feeling. Am confused about the therapy .. you seem to have it way more together than most people I know including myself.

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  6. Michelle Slater Avatar

    You had a fine day it seems. Lovely weather and cloths to contemplate. Perfect day I think.

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  7. Deb G Avatar

    I find myself drawn to the same story a lot. I think “things” take much longer to process than we think.

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  8. Liz A Avatar

    I am re-reading The Anthropology of Turquoise … which I’m pretty sure I learned about from you. And near the end she speaks of needing to go for therapy … so she drives off and pulls into the parking lot where her two “shrinks” are … mule borthers, described in loving detail … and the simple perfection of their living. Which is to say, I do believe you have a whole herd of therapy close at hand (although Ellen Meloy didn’t have to tend to her therapists as you do yours).

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar

    i worked 17 years at the University of Michigan Psychiatric
    hospital…70’s, 80’s. Being in therapy was what everyone did, was just a given. Also, it was by professional courtesy. a given because everyone has “stuff”.
    and ironicly, one of the epiphanies of this morning is
    that the therapist i ended up with (i worked with so
    many of the psychiatrists, knew them, so i had to be
    assigned one from the outside Psychology department) wasn’t
    very good. or, maybe good at all. another big SMILE.
    another piece of the puzzle that i’d not noticed before.
    That was also the period of time that my most LOVED friend Marge and i were so immersed in studying C.G. Jung. One of our most loved studies was of Active Imagination and
    Art….those two books that i wish i still had, The
    Visions Seminar. We wandered together in our psyches and
    drew and painted.
    Some of the stuff that we worked with was of course sad
    or confusing etc. But it was all felt to be pieces of the puzzle of who we were and how we had come to be who we were. and we wanted to know. We loved finding out.
    and this morning for whatever reason, so many answers to
    lifelong Wonderings just came together from so many
    divergent places…that triggered pieces of the puzzle
    falling into place and by doing so, a whole new
    Big Picture presented its Self. The same story, the same picture, but from entirely new angles that i’d not
    seen before.
    I wish i could tell Marge. It’s all just so Great.
    as Deb G says below, things take a long time. Yes. Here
    i am. 73 years, going OH! wow. But then i think, Of Course. Life takes a Lifetime, right?

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s Sunday morning now, and yes. a fine day. Jenny came and we walked with the Goats all over. Climbed, or slid really, down that steep steep Edge to the canal creek, walking the skinny path that Goats and deer have made. Then began making the new Place for TenZen in the corridor between his present place with Nogal and the now not so much used Doe Forest. He can share the fence with Nogal and so not
    feel lonely but also can go forward with his Eldering without getting whacked by Nogal’s constant need to dominate. It’s time. We’ll finish it today.

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  11. grace Forrest Avatar

    i do. and that was one of the things i realized. And i
    have Emrie…who provides Glorious Glimpses into the
    life of the wild child, the feral child. Who in my
    own experience was viewed as a heathen.

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